My school hosted a father/daughter dance on Friday evening. Trinity and Genevieve supported the event.
Our daffodils were looking glorious.
So was the hose.
Geesh.
The lights were out in the gym and the DJ was spinning some tunes.
She preferred dancing with her father, as you can see what happened when I tried to give her a whirl.
We were a bit concerned about where she learned this move.
She danced until midnight.
Really, she danced from 6:15 to 6:40.
A lot of 2% was consumed.
It was a great night.
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